Andrew’s gaze locked onto her core, and Isobel felt his desire like a physical force. It was as if he could see straight through her, to the place where she was most vulnerable, most wanting.
“You’re so beautiful,”he murmured again, his voice thick with awe.
She felt exposed yet exhilarated, her skin tingling under his intense scrutiny. Andrew’s touch was reverent as he parted her thighs, his fingers brushing against her wet folds.
Isobel gasped, her head falling back into the cushions as he teased her clit, his thumb circling the sensitive bud. Her body arched off the settee, her nails digging into the fabric as pleasure coiled low in her belly.
“So wet for me,”he growled, his voice thick with lust. His fingers dipped lower, slipping inside her dripping folds, and Isobel moaned, her hips bucking involuntarily.
“Andrew, please,”she begged, her voice desperate.
He chuckled, a dark, sinful sound, and leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.“Not yet, my love. I want to savor you.”
His mouth traveled down her body, his kisses leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Isobel’s breath quickened as he nuzzled her inner thigh, his hot breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh. She squirmed, her hips bucking as he teased her, his tongue a whisper away from where she needed him most.
And then, finally, he pressed a kiss to her core, his tongue flicking against her clit. Isobel cried out, her body tensing as pleasure spiraled through her.
His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open as he lapped at her pussy, his tongue delving deep into her wetness.
“Andrew,”she moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair. He hummed against her, the vibration sending her closer to the edge.
And then she stood him up and sat him down on the settee.
Her fingers slipped beneath the edge of his shirt, tracing the hard lines of his abdomen, the ridges of muscle taut beneath her touch.
She mapped the contours of his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his nipples.
A groan tore from his throat, low and rough, his hands tightening on her hips as if he meant to pull her away, but he didn’t. He couldn’t.
She could feel the way his body betrayed him, the way his manhood twitched against the confines of his trousers, thick and heavy with need. She dropped to her knees before him, her skirts pooling around her like a dark halo, the fabric whispering against the floor. Her fingers hovered over the button of his trousers, teasing, not yet yielding.
Andrew’s eyes darkened, his jaw clenching so tightly she could see the muscle feathering beneath his skin.
“You are a torment,”he growled, but his hands loosened, his fingers sliding into her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor himself.
She smiled, slow and wicked, before her fingers finally undid the button, the fabric parting to reveal the thick, flushed length of his manhood beneath. It strained against his smallclothes, the tip already damp, the vein along the underside throbbing with his pulse.
She leaned in, her breath hot against the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, her lips grazing the fabric just above the root of his manhood.
With a rough sound, he yanked her up, his mouth crashing down on hers in a kiss that was all teeth and hunger, his tongue plundering hers as if he could devour her whole.
She melted against him, her body arching into his, her nipples hardening beneath the layers of her gown. But just as his hands began to roam, just as his hips rocked against hers, she pulled away, her lips swollen, her breath ragged.
His control shattered.
He pulled her against him, kissing her with a desperation that stole her breath. She kissed him back with equal fervor, pouring all her frustration and fear and growing love into the press of her lips.
"You make me insane," he muttered against her mouth, his hands sliding down to grip her hips. "Absolutely insane. Do you know that?"
"Good." She nipped at his bottom lip. "You deserve to feel as off-balance as you make me feel."
He walked her backward until her back hit the wall, his body pinning her there.
He dropped to his knees, his mouth finding the sensitive spot between her thighs, and she gasped, her head falling back to give him better access.
His hands roamed her body with reverent desperation. He continued faster until she gave way, pouring her essence on him.
Twenty-Five
